In the Nights

another old poem

As I lie awake in my
Bed, tears begin to form
I cry and cry because I know
it is my own fault that
I can't see you, that
I can no longer feel your hands
touching me softly, oh so softly
In my dreams, I can see your
Face smiling down at me
Your soft lips melt in mine
While I lose all perecption of
Reality
I miss you more than anything else
I miss you more than the sun misses
It's reasting place in the east
Or the moon, the sweet night
I miss you
I love you